victoriaburkee‌:

Victoria sighed, putting back a book she had been reading onto the shelf where it lived, and has lived for centuries. She couldn’t seem to find any more information on the curse she was looking for and she was beginning to get irritated. Her over enthusiastic employee was somewhere near the front of the store, greeting any customers that wandered in off the cobblestone street giving her some much needed peace and quiet for once. Instead of taking any time for a break though it was almost as if she had gotten more engulfed in her business and other like ventures. From hosting a few parties, running Borgin & Burkes, opening up another brand new business next door and assisting and advising other business owners in the Alley she was almost always busy.

She was busy thinking about what other things she needed to get done before her 4:30 appointment but was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. The brunette quickly paced to the front of the store, a bit confused as to who would be asking for her personally when she was the familiar black curly locks of Bellatrix Black. “Bella?” She replied, while waving off the nosey employee. “What’s going on? Come with me.” She could tell the girl was a bit distraught, and figured this conversation would probably be best had in the back office.

@oftrickss​

Bellatrix allowed herself to be ushered into the next room. Not exactly wanting her business to be even more broadcast than it already was. It was nice to see someone other than her sister for a change. Bella tried not to lose what little composure she had before she reached Victoria’s office. Running her hands over her face and blowing air out through her mouth. Where did she even start? Did she dare venture the information about Rodolphus. It was true that they had been close while in school so there was a good chance that Victoria already knew what was going on. But before she could begin to form a sentence, Bella pulled out the letter she had received from her father that day.

“My father wants to see me,” she said, her voice starting strong before breaking at the thought of what her father was going to say..or even worse--what he would do, “Victoria he knows. I-I’m scared.”

where: Borgin and Burkes, Knockturn Alley

when: April 20th

She was listless. Not exactly knowing where she was going. Not that it really mattered. Bellatrix didn’t really care where she was going. Her tired, blue eyes searching for someone that wasn’t her sister or Emmeline. She needed someone but she had had enough of the pity looks. Bella didn’t need the pity. She needed strength. That was when she knew exactly where she was going. Suddenly her feet couldn’t move fast enough. Carrying her down the cobblestoned street of Knockturn Alley. Bellatrix pushed the doors to Borgin and Burke’s open. Her eyes scanning for the one witch she knew she could count on. “Victoria?” she called, “Is she around?”

@victoriaburkee​

It’s haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again. My walls are closing in.

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@justxlestrange

cissyqueen‌:

When Bella joined Narcissa’s hands, the youngest knew that there were things that needed to be talked about. However, the blonde was not sure if she was ready to see the news or the problems that the older was going through. She smiled at her sister, shaking hands with genuine love and looked at her. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need to tell me, I’m here for you.”

Bellatrix turned from her sister. Quick and precise. Her eyes now staring at the hallway where she had came from. Her arms folded across her chest as she blinked away the tears. Not sure if she was ready to speak about what had happened just yet. Not knowing whether or not she was ready to tell Narcissa why she had been avoiding her own home. “Do you remember when I was away for a week? Or the news of Sewlyn being dead hitting the Prophet? He’s dead because he... He did things to me and it resulted in--,” she cut herself off, not wanting to tell her baby sister that she had saught out Andromeda for help or how terribly it had went, “I was with child and I was scared and didn’t know what to do. So, I--I went to Andromeda and I begged her to kill it and me with it if it had to be. It worked. Or we thought it did and I--I was hurt and she took me to Saint Mungo’s. I had to stay there for a week.”

Lay Me Down || Rodolphus + Bellatrix

where: Black manor

when: April 21st

It had sent a shiver down her spine when she had heard that her father had wanted to see her. But still when she walked through the doors of her childhood estate, Bellatrix was confident. Shoulders back and and she felt as though this was the beginning to an end. She walked to his study, the sound of his piano echoing in her mind like a ghost walking through. Her heart beat hard and loud beneath her chest. Hammering against her rib cage. Bella stood with her hands held loosely behind her back. Her eyes cold and steely just as her father’s as she watched him place papers. The room was silent. Only the sound of their breathing and the ruffling of papers was filtering throughout the room.

Finally, he looked up at her. Folding his hands in front of him and peering at her from behind thick fingers. “Bellatrix,” he said, his voice gravely as though he had been yelling. Which if she knew her father--he had been. Cygnus was almost always yelling. Though being that he had asked to see her, she knew it was likely about her. “I thought you said your engagement to Rodolphus Lestrange was going well?” Her stomach flipped. Her heart stopped. Bellatrix knew what this was about immediately. This was about that Loren boy and his relations to Rodolphus. She took a deep breath. Knowing that there was only one outcome for this now: she had to kill him or she would be.

“Father,” she began, but he cut her off with his hand. Holding it up to stop her from speaking further. Cygnus shook his head with disappointment. It was clear on his face that what to happen to her. Slowly, he pushed himself to a standing position. His palms flat on either side of him as his eyes stared at her. Eyes that mirrored her own. Cold and unyielding. 

Without another word, he pointed to her. Then jerked his finger down to the crowd. Bellatrix fell. Hitting her head harshly on the carpeted floor. Though it was only a rug that stopped her from slamming her head on the hardwood floor. Black spots appeared in her vision as she tried to push herself up. But before she could get more than just her torso off the floor...there was her father’s foot. Pushing her back down by her shoulder. There was a crack as he removed his foot from her. Bellatrix knew that her father relied on brute force and muggle tactics to control her rather than magic. She also knew that there was now damage done to her shoulder if not her collarbone from the amount of force he had placed on her shoulder.

“Father, I can explain,” she said, fighting passed the sharp pain that shot through her as she struggled to push herself up once again. But he only shook his head. Grabbing her by the back of the head by her curls. Bella could feel his nails digging into her scalp. “Nothing you say will stop this punishment, Bells,” he hissed in her ear, “What were you doing that made him stoop as to venture to a man’s company?” Tears stung her eyes. Though she wasn’t sure whether or not it was out of anger or fear. Perhaps it was both. The image of the picture Rodolphus had shown her in Saint Mungo’s burned in her mind. An image of the man she loved with Loren burned and made her blood run hot. 

“In plan to kill him,” she hissed in return, “I plan to kill the other man, Fath-,” she was cut off once again. This time by the force of her father’s backhand. Blood dripped from her mouth and nose. Spots reappeared in her vision. Nothing was going to quell her father’s anger. “You’re a disgrace to this family,” he told her, throwing her to the ground. Bellatrix hit with a harshness she had yet to remember from times before. The wrist she had injured when she was younger ached. A phantom memory making its appearance. After that, everything went black and Bella hoped that Rodolphus found the note she had left him. She hoped that he would find her even more.

@justxlestrange​

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You act as though this is a surprise to me. Why do you think I’ve been staying with my sister?

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No, and if there are then Loren is a dead man.

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cissyqueen‌:

Narcissa was trying to understand Bellatrix’s behaviors over the past days and returning home, wanting to have someone near her all the time, not talking or even trying to hide her monsters. The youngest of the Blacks wouldn’t be the first to question why the oldest wanted to be around there if she was happy with Rodolphus. Or they weren’t anymore? All the hypotheses came inside the blonde’s mind until one night when she decided to follow Bella. “And that’s why I wasn’t the best at the Hide and Seek game.” Smiled softly, moving closer to the other trying her best to not show her concerns over her only sister. “May I sit with you? I am not tired anymore.” Maybe Bella wouldn’t tell her the truth, but she would be there for her sister until the time she was ready to explain everything. Until this moment, Narcissa could have her imagination to connect the dots.

Bellatrix offered her sister a tired smile. There were so many things that needed to be said between the two of them. There many things that were felt. Bella just didn’t know where to begin. She scooted over, patting the stool beside her to make room for her sister. Narcissa was always welcome company. She was the one constant in her life. The one that she knew that she could truly rely on. Tears welled in her eyes as her sister sat next to her. Bellatrix knew it was only a matter of time before she cracked. Before she needed to tell her baby sister the truth of what had happened and why she had went to see their aunts.

Absently, she reached for her. Her hand squeezing Narcissa’s as it shook. “Cissy, there’s something I need to tell you,” she said tenderly.

justxlestrange‌:

The silence seemed to stretch. He could almost heart he thrumming of his heart as it beat against his rib cage. His stomach was in knots, doing flips, and then ringing itself back out again. It will never be the same. You’ve lost her. She hates you. He forced his eyes shut, jaw tightening. This was not time for the advice of the demons living in his head. This was hard enough without all of them. Everything he seemed to say, everything he tried to convince her of, seemed to be twisting back into making her even more upset with him. He wanted to quit speaking, but he couldn’t because he was fighting. He wanted to save this, but he had no idea how. He watched as she seemed to look to the pensieve and he glanced that direction too. If only he could turn back time. He could save everyone all of this grief. Bellatrix and Julien would have both been officially freed.

His breath caught in his throat as he listened to her speak. She wasn’t looking to share him and he had no idea how to convince her otherwise. He had no idea who to choose. He didn’t want to choose. He wanted them both in his arms. He had never wanted something so much in his life. His breath finally realized. It was almost a gasp as he remembered that he had to breathe even if he didn’t want to. “Don’t stay with Cissa and Malfoy. Please… Stay with me.” His voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t know what else to say. He was tired and sore. He had a constant headache. –and he was scared. He couldn’t fight with her. His fight was burnt out. “I am sorry. I don’t know what I’ve done or how to fix it.”

Fixing it would be easier than he made it out to be. He couldn’t heal her pain today, but if he gave up Julien then he could take time to mend her pain. However, he wasn’t looking to give up Julien. So here he was… apologizing because he didn’t know how to please everyone in the situation and himself. 

His voice was soft. Almost pleading with her not to leave. It should hurt her to hear him this upset. It should tear her apart. Rendering her crippled with longing and hurt. But instead she felt nothing. Bellatrix sat there almost catatonic for what seemed like hours. Listening to the steady beat of her heart as her eyes once again found her pensieve. She thought for a long while about visiting her father. About the beckoning letter she had received not long ago. How he had demanded that she come see him immediately. How she had hid this from Rodolphus and how she had ignored the letter for a month now. Bellatrix knew that there was only so long she could postpone her summons. It was only a matter of time before he would come looking for her.

His last phrase hit her like a brick. He knew damn well how to fix it. He knew what she wanted. He just wasn’t willing to do so. Rodolphus would rather her be hurt and angry with him than fix what needed fixing. So... Bella decided to take things into her own hands again. While she didn’t exactly the first time. It had been Loren that had initiated their meeting. This time she would. It was time to make sure things were taken care of and it was time to stop worrying about the consequences. After all, the Dark Lord would be pleased to know that Bella had shown what she was truly capable of. What better way to do so than to rid herself a problem while she was at it? 

“I’ll need to gather my things from the manor and Emmeline’s,” she said, her voice cracking, “You may have him here while I’m away.” As soon as she said the words, Bellatrix knew she would regret them. “Though if you have him in our bed I’m burning it and should I come back to him in our home I’m killing him on sight.”

Miserable at Best || Rodolphus and Bellatrix

@emmelinesvnce

where: Burke Manor

when: April 7gh, early morning

After having a long talk with Narcissa it had become increasingly clear that there was no way she would be able to sleep. While she loved her sister and was forever thankful for her, there were just some things that she needed her adopted sister for. Every since they were children Bellatrix had taken solace in the fact that you never truly saw one without the other. She cherished the time the two spent together and was thankful that their childhood habit of sleeping in the same bed had not yet been outgrown. It was early. The rays of sunlight that sneaked in through Emmeline’s drapes licked her pale skin. Stinging her eyelids. Bellatrix rolled over. The scent of her best friend’s shampoo soaking in through her nose. With a heavy sigh, she draped an arm around Emmeline’s slender waist and linked their hands together. Threading her fingers with the other witch’s. 

It was times like these that Bellatrix knew that others thought they were a couple. They were a packaged deal. No one would be able to truly have one without having the other attached. Bella liked it this way. There was safety in numbers and Merlin knew that she needed the safety. Silently, she scooted herself closer to her best friend. Nestling her face in Emmeline’s dark hair. A heavy sigh escaped her once again as tears formed in her blue eyes. Her mind wandering to places it had no business being anymore. Yet, she always found herself thinking about Rodolphus these days. There was a steady ache in her chest at the thought. “Em?” she called softly into the morning light, “Are you awake?”

@emmelinesvnce​

“What do you aspire to be?” an aesthetic for the black sisters

Bella snorted, rolling her eyes at the asinine question. “To be feared.” “I think…” Dromeda hesitated, anxiously looking around the room. “I think I would like to be free someday.” Cissy raised an eyebrow before giving a polite smile. “Frankly, I want to have it all and be envied by everyone else.”